“Why—why, we—” She tried hard to steady her voice. “We—we haven’t made any definite plans, have we?” She turned to Red. Then, as if a second thought had taken possession of her, she demanded:
“Red, what did you do to that plane when you left me out on the raft at the back of Tobin’s Harbor?”
“I took the breaker assemblies out of their magnetos.”
“Whatever that means.” She wrinkled her brow in a peculiar way.
“It means,” Red measured his words, “that they will have to send to the factory for parts before they can fly; in other words, that they can’t leave the island.”
“That makes it bad.” Berley seemed worried.
“For them.”
“For us. They’ll be after us night and day to get those parts back. They’ll not leave a stone unturned. If we leave the island before they do, they are trapped here. Even if they reached the lighthouse no one would aid them.”
“And the officers will come here after them.” Red went on where she left off. “My old friend, Drew Lane, will be here in his red racer. Grand coup, I call it! A bit hazardous, but what is life but a series of exciting adventures? If you can make those adventures count for good, why that’s fine and dandy, I’d say.”
“It is.” Beaming, Berley put out her hand.